The egoist is fooled by no ideals: he discards them or uses them, as may suit his own interest.

Your thoughts and emotions are yours alone.

In brief, egoism in its modern interpretation, is the antithesis, not of altruism, but of idealism.

There is never enough gold to redeem all the currency in circulation.

There is no word more generally misinterpreted than the word egoism, in its modern sense.

Paper currency has hitherto been regarded with suspicion, as insecure.

But the egoist has no ideals, for the knowledge that his ideals are only his ideals, frees him from their domination. He acts for his own interest, not for the interest of ideals.

The business of a bank is to lend money; which amounts, nowadays, to lending credit.

There is no other who experiences your thoughts or your feelings.

Large sums were paid for the use of money, because the available amount of gold and silver was far less than was needed to carry on the commercial transactions of the times.

Accordingly, when the supply of gold runs short, the security behind the notes is diminished, the loaning of notes is restricted or suspended, and the panic follows.

The music has teased and tickled me in an empty space that the most vacuous.

Let's stop judging others, and relieve them of the heavy burden they are carrying on their shoulders because of us.

What is realized in the novel is the process of coming to know one's own language as it is perceived in someone else's language, coming to know one's own belief system in someone else's system.

Where have all the good men gone, and where are all the gods? Where's the street-wise Hercules, to fight the rising odds?

I don't think good films have messages.

Abstraction and representation are supposed to be going down two very different paths, one sociological and the other aesthetic.

There are only two hard things in photography; which way to point the camera and when to release the shutter.

A board member of mine used to say sales fix everything in a startup, and that is really true.

Something brushed his leg, and he gazed down into the face of Pippi Tucker. The theme from Jaws raced through his head.

Any man who does not have his inner world to translate is not an artist.